A/N: Wow! I'm shocked at the amount of reviews and the good stuff I got! I now feel like I have to live up to something and I can't as this is pre-written and it's really not my favourite piece. Maybe I'll remix it at a later date. Whoever said it should have a higher rating, thank you. You're right. I'd forgotten about the kissing! Well, this time I'm aiming for 5 reviews before I update. So if you like, let me know!

-Deadly Sins-

Part 2: Envy

Eowyn smiled seductively, pushing her arms under Faramir's and grasping her lover tightly. She whispered in his ear and he turned in his seat to smile and kiss her. She spoke again and this time he nodded. Bidding farewell to the guests at his table he rose and took Eowyn's hand. The Lady led him away into an alcove and he followed willingly.

Legolas, sitting at Aragorn's side, drained his glass of sweet red wine and hardly tasted it. Leaning back in his chair, he gestured for the glass to be refilled. Reaching for it again, the Elf felt the King's hand on his.

"Do you not feel that you have drunk enough?" Aragorn spoke in a low voice.

Legolas sighed. "Perhaps," he said. Aragorn removed his hand and peered into the depths of the Elf's eyes. He could sense trouble but could not tell what it was by looking into the blue pools.

Eowyn, however, knew exactly what the problem was. She had felt the handsome Elf's eyes following herself and Faramir into the alcove where she had proceeded to kiss him passionately. She had deliberately taken her betrothed to a place where any seated at the table could see if they wished. Sure enough, after his abrupt words with the King, Legolas faced the alcove and watched them, jealousy flooding through him.

Eowyn broke away from the kiss and turned back to the hall, or more precisely, to Legolas. She smiled with knowing eyes, then hooked her arms around Faramir's neck and turned her smile on him. She knew perfectly well what she was doing, and she also knew that her plan was working. The Elf did feel something for her, why else would he watch them so, the envy plain on his fair face. Eowyn kissed Faramir once more, feeling the burning jealousy of Legolas boring through her.

This time she laughed as she ended the kiss. Faramir walked her back to the table and she crossed the room to walk behind Legolas.

Standing behind his fine, golden hair, she whispered in his pointed ear.

"Don't you know that it is rude to stare, my lord?"

Then she carried on her way in a swish of white silk. Legolas clenched his fists and breathed deeply, obviously jealous and fighting for control over the bitter feeling.

That night the Elf lay silently in his bed, assuming the human custom for sleeping. It was not a necessity for Elves to sleep, however, so he knew that tonight he would not. In his mind he replayed the scene at the table over and over, hearing the chiming melody of the fair Lady's words again and again.

Did she know? Had she guessed? And if she knew, was Faramir aware also? If only he was the one that she took into the alcove...

Legolas' mind swam and his head pounded with the shame, pain and jealousy. Why, why, why? But it was not so. Eowyn loved Faramir. Oh, if only...

Fed up and agitated by his own thoughts, Legolas flung himself out of bed and paced the room. Paranoia and envy made it almost impossible to get a good night's rest.